The first time I visited I remember staring at alliums growing among peonies on a slope. The explosive spiked round alliums contrasted with the smooth round buds of the peonies. It is a plant combination I have never forgotten and just one example of the play of form, texture and shape that inspire this garden.
If you haven’t visited, do so. Do it for you.
You will carry it with you forever.
This morning was special, Innisfree Garden opened the garden at 5:30 a.m. to a group of about 12 photographers. The sun hadn’t dawned when we arrived and scurried to various points around the lake. Each of us off to favorite places where we hoped to capture a bit of the mysterious, the magic, the magnificence that surrounded us.
It was wonderful, dare I say mystical and meditative. The mist was rising off the water, mossy pathways glistened with dew, huge stones added mystery and plantings of trees, shrubs, grasses created incredible tapestries of texture.
The beauty is apparent in vistas as well as vignettes. You will stop in your tracks and try to absorb it all. And as you do, you will notice something more that you didn’t see at first glance. That is part of the wonder of Innisfree.
Note — I received this information from Innisfree:
“Saturday, October 19, 2013 at 6.30am
Morning Light at Innisfree, $6 per person.
The garden will open half an hour before sunrise and photographers, painters and garden enthusiasts are invited to experience the spectacular morning light. Naturally, one doesn’t need to arrive at dawn to enjoy this special treat. Bring a picnic lunch (or breakfast) and stay all day.”
I will arise and go now,
and go to Innisfree.
W.B. Yeats, “The Lake Isle of Innisfree” (1888)